texts from last night's deeply regretted rum venture

[groundrules]

DON'T PIRATE AND DRIVE

o1. Nothing settles the Crossing jitters like a bit of liquid courage — and with pirates, sharing is caring. Maybe you took it willing, under duress or subterfuge, or you completely underestimated the potency of what your esteemed sailor companions style the 'Mother's milk — but you are hereby sloshed. Inebriated. Tipsy. Under the weather. Toasting the gods. o2. Top level with one or more of your character's most philosophical, amorous, or otherwise deeply wrong drunken thoughts or observation. Don't leave an empty comment, that makes the wine gods sad. o3. Comment aroundkeep incriminating evidence. o4. Feel free to make any of your threads game canon, just check with your partner too!

Comments

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[bravelyrunsaway]

Haven't the slightest clue, it's hardly like it limits anything where consent is concerned.

[paperbutterflies]

Consent?

[ Give him a moment, he's not at his best, and this kind of thing isn't the first to occur to him even when he is.

After a little while. ]

People want to wed each other here? Would that not be very sad upon returning home?

[ ... not quite. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

People want to entangle themselves in all sorts of ways! Marriage is one of them. Not the only one where consent's concerned.

[paperbutterflies]

I think I see...

[ Okay now he kind of does but he doesn't really get it. He's lived by those rules far too long for them to be easily cast aside.

Yes, even after living in a brothel for a while. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

( sweet young man, who thinks of marriage first. )

Should you ever feel more curious about the non-nuptial intimacies hand in hand with consent, you're welcome to ask anytime, love.

Beyond that, isn't there just the one loud marriage claim of late? Or were more parading around in wedded bliss?

( his nose tells him more than enough people are certainly in bliss, but he hasn't heard mutitple marriage claims. just lots of sex. )